Okay this is my last chapter for Taken, but not the end. I just decided to split my series by Lost seasons. So this is how my second part ends, but there will be a third one up very shortly. So keep an eye out, Violet's story is not done yet (you may have to add me as favourite author or something so you can see when it's added, or just keep an eye out, but yeah, there is definitely more to come, I already have a plan of attack :)

"Jack, you've gotta get to the hatch! It's an emergency!" Kate overheard Michael yell as he ran through the bushes onto the beach. Kate turned to see Jack get up and run after Michael, following him back to the hatch. Kate immediately began to follow them, wondering what could have happened.

Michael had been back on the beach for only a few days, with no serious injuries, just dehydration from being out in the jungle by himself for so long, and a sprained arm. He was back on his feet in no time. He had told Jack and Kate that he had found the Other's camp, and saw his son. He was as determined as ever to get him back.

Michael had just been left in the hatch to rest his arm, with Ana Lucia in charge of guarding Henry, as well as the button. Kate had only left the hatch an hour ago with Jack, leaving everything in the capable hands of Ana Lucia, who had once been a cop. What could have possibly happened?

As Kate caught up to Jack, he immediately noticed her presence.

"Jack, what happened?" Kate asked, trying to catch her breath as she struggled to keep up.

"I don't know." Was all Jack could say as Michael led the way into the hatch.

Nothing could have prepared Kate for what they found inside the hatch. The heavy doors that had been holding Henry prisoner were now ajar, with no sign of Henry. Worse than that, Ana Lucia laid limp on the couch, blood everywhere, her motionless eyes fixed on the ceiling.

She was dead.

Then there was Libby, lying on the floor, still alive, but barely. Jack immediately grabbed hold of her gently, being careful to move her into the small bedroom the hatch had. Kate felt tears stinging at her eyes as she stared at the dead woman, and the open door. Henry was gone - he had gone back to the Others, back to where Violet was.

Kate turned to say something to Michael, but he had already left. Kate didn't know what else to do. Jack was trying to help Libby, Ana Lucia was already dead, and Henry was gone. There was nothing Kate could do.

She sank into a chair, away from the murder scene, and stared at the solid wood. Before she knew it, the tears escaped. It was too much to bear. So many people had already lost their lives on the island, and another person laid dead, and one near death. Violet was still gone; the Others had been responsible for her capture, for Walt's disappearance, and now for the death of Ana Lucia, and possibly Libby. They had caused so much trouble, so much pain, so much heartache, Kate wanted nothing more than to see them all dead.

Kate nearly fell asleep in the exhaustion of tears and emotion, when she heard the hatch door open, and she saw Hurley walk in, looking around curiously. Kate's stomach dropped. Hurley and Libby had become quite close over the past few weeks since they met. Kate swallowed, as Hurley looked in on her, obviously unaware of the recent events.

"Hey Kate, have you, uh, seen Libby? She was supposed to come here to get a blanket, you know, for our picnic. It shouldn't have taken her this long." Hurley said in an innocent voice. Kate could only stare at him as tears began filling her eyes once again. She didn't have to say anything, because Hurley was already looking around. She heard his cry from the room where Jack was tending to Libby and Kate lost it once again. Thoughts of Hurley's loss and the death of Ana Lucia, and the possibility of Violet being dead were all too much for her. She felt alone, she felt scared, she felt vulnerable.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sawyer, sitting down beside her, and awkwardly placing his arm around her, enveloping her and holding her tight. She clung to him, allowing her tears to fall, as she heard Hurley's cries from the next room. There was no other explanation. Libby must be dead. Henry had killed two innocent people, and judging by the look on Jack's face as he left Hurley to mourn his loss, this meant war.

It wasn't long before everyone on the beach was gathered around on the beach, staring at the two lifeless bodies, wrapped in blankets and six feet into the ground. Several words were said about Ana Lucia and Libby, but Kate only half heard. She kept looking at Jack, and Michael. Michael knew where the Other's camp was, and she knew what Jack was thinking. He wanted to go find them and she wanted nothing more than the very same.

After the service was over, people began to walk away slowly, after throwing a handful of sand on top of the bodies. As soon as Kate saw Jack walk away slowly with Michael, she quickly ran to catch up to them, and caught on to their conversation immediately.

"Don't you get it? They took the kids, they come here, invading our camp and now because of them, two more people are dead!" Michael said through clenched teeth. "I know where they are! I know where they're living. There's only a few of them, and they aren't armed! We can take them. We can get my son back!" He paused. "And Violet." He added, with a quick gaze at Kate. Kate nodded, looking from Jack to Michael. Jack sighed.

"I agree Michael, but we'll need a team to come with us. Even if they aren't armed, there's probably more of them than just the three of us. We'll need to bring some others along. I suggest-"

"No, Jack!" Michael interrupted. "This is my son we're going after, and since I'm the only one who knows where they are, I'm picking the team." Jack stared at Michael incredulously, and Kate was surprised. Michael had never been one to take charge before, but she understood. His desperation to get his son back was driving him to this. She waited as Jack considered, and finally nodded.

"Meet back here in an hour." Michael said and he took off, leaving Kate and Jack only to stare at each other with a familiar feeling of unease.

Kate was ready in twenty minutes and she stood pacing for the next half hour back where Michael had said to meet. She couldn't help but feel anxious. So much was speeding through her mind. Any minute now, she would be part of a group that would head out to the very spot the Others were holding Violet. Finally, after all this time, she would have the chance to rescue the young girl, who had been snatched away from her. Kate still felt partly nervous; Michael had said these people weren't armed, but she couldn't help but remember the night that man held the gun to her head up at the crossing line. Whether or not they're armed, I have my gun, and I'm not leaving without Violet. Kate sighed, trying to imagine what it would be like to see Violet again. She imagined arriving at the Other's camp, putting up a good fight, and demanding Violet's release. Then she imagined Violet coming forward, safe and unharmed. Kate smiled at the thought, but then there was a nagging thought it wouldn't be that easy. What if Violet was hurt? What if Violet wasn't unharmed? What if she came forward, injured and bruised? Worse, what if she was already dead? Michael had only said he saw Walt, but not Violet. Kate cringed at the thought of arriving at the Other's camp to find out that harsh truth. It can't be true. Why would they kidnap her just to kill her? She tried to reason with herself, but still, the fear was overwhelming.

"Kate." Jack's voice broke the silence as Kate looked up at Jack, who was standing beside her.

"Hey." Kate said with a forced smile.

"Nervous?" Jack asked casually. Kate smiled a little.

"About the Others? No, I want to kill every one of them." Jack laughed.

"I'm more worried about finding out about Violet." Kate added, hugging herself tightly. "I mean, she could be dead already, for all we know." Jack sighed, and rubbed his eyes.

"She's not dead, Kate."

"How can you possibly know that Jack?" Kate asked a little bitterly. "You can't know that." Jack had no answer; she was right. Neither of them had any way of knowing whether or not Violet was alive. Sure, this Henry Gale claimed she was okay, but he was one of them. His word meant nothing to Kate, or Jack.

After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, Kate shielded her eyes to see Michael approaching the two of them. Following close behind him was Sawyer and Hurley. Kate puckered her brow. Sawyer, she could understand. But Hurley?

"You all ready?" Michael asked as he strung his bag over his shoulder. Kate and Jack nodded, and Michael immediately noticed the two of them looking at Hurley.

"Hurley wanted to come." Michael stated. Hurley finally looked up, that innocent sadness still on his face. Kate felt for him.

"They killed Libby." Was his reason, and the only reason he needed to be a part of this attack party.

Michael led the group into the jungle, never saying a word. There was nothing that needed to be said - they all knew where they were going, and what their goal was. Each of the five carried their own gun, ready to shoot it at whoever got in their way of finding Walt and Violet. At least, that was how Kate felt; she wasn't sure about the rest of the group.

They walked for hours, stopping only for short breaks, since Michael was determined to make it there by nightfall. Every step Kate took forward brought her more fear and more dread of what she was to find, or not find. She was already fingering the holster of the gun that was sticking out of her pants, ready to fire it. She had already killed a man in her life to protect someone she loved, and she was thoroughly prepared to do it again, if the need arose.

Kate ignored the cramps in her legs, as they climbed up a steep incline, her adrenaline pushing her forward every step of the way. She didn't know how much farther their camp was, but she knew she was prepared to travel for days, if she had to; that final goal of finding Violet safe was her motivating factor.

They stopped by a stream to refill their water bottles for a moment, and Kate noticed Michael looking up at the cliffs surrounding them. Kate noticed them too, she had never been in this part of the jungle before, and she didn't care if she ever was again. Once she had Violet back, she didn't want to be anywhere near the Others again.

The silence was nearly deafening, aside from the stream's gentle waves, but that was soon interrupted by a strangled sound coming from Sawyer, and he immediately fell to the ground, convulsing violently. Kate ran to him in fear, trying to turn him over to face him, and that was when the familiarity hit her. When she saw a dart protruding from Sawyer's neck, she remembered seeing Violet's convulsing body the night they took her. The Others! Kate jumped up and scanned her surroundings, as did Jack, who already had his gun out. Sawyer's body became still as unconsciousness took him, and Kate grabbed her own gun, looking for any sign of where the Others had shot from. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins, but what shocked her more than anything else, was when she caught a quick glimpse of Michael, who stood unarmed, staring at Sawyer as though he wasn't surprised by this attack at all.

Kate ignored him quickly, still searching for the source of Sawyer's downfall, when she felt, with full force, something pierce through her neck. The shock knocked her over and the effects of the tranquilizer kicked in immediately. Everything was spinning, and she lost control over her body, which began to convulse badly. She was vaguely aware of her heart beating wildly against her chest, as her vision blurred and her stomach felt sick. She had no control, no say, as the drugs took their full effect, and everything went black.

She felt consciousness come back to her not long afterward, and she knew she was kneeling on something hard. She could hear water all around her, and footsteps. She opened her eyes and saw nothing; they had placed a burlap sack over her head just like they had that night they traded her for Jack's promise to stay away. She felt the gag in her mouth, and the rough ropes digging into her wrists behind her back. Dammit! She thought to herself as she knew better than to try to move. Whoever these people were, she didn't dare try to mess with them, especially as vulnerable as she was right now.

Moments passed, no words were spoken, nobody moved, just the water around her. She had no idea where she was, or where Jack, Hurley, Sawyer and Michael were. Had they taken them as well? Were they still alive? Had Jack managed to escape? She saw Sawyer get hit, but not Jack, Michael or Hurley. Maybe they had escaped and maybe they would come for her, and Sawyer, if he was still alive.

Her worst fear came to life when somebody removed the sack from her head, and as she adjusted her eyes to the blinding sun, and saw, kneeling beside her, Jack, Sawyer and Hurley, all with their wrists bound behind their backs, and gagged. She closed her eyes as she felt all hopes of finding Violet fading. That was when she saw Michael, standing on the dock, not tied up, not gagged, but staring at the four hostages with unsure eyes. Kate shook her head; he had led them to the Others. She wasn't sure why, but that much was clear. Michael forced himself not to look at his friends.

Kate looked around to see about ten or so people on the dock they were kneeling on, and they all had rifles or guns, ready to use if they had to. Michael had lied; he told them the Others weren't armed. Why? What did Michael have to gain by turning in the four of them?

Then she saw him. Henry Gale himself, walking on to the deck with a satisfied smile on his face. She realized he had just come off of a small boat she hadn't seen before. Kate glared at him with such fierce intensity, as he approached Michael, and stared at the four hostages approvingly. He turned back to Michael.

"Well done Michael." He said calmly, and flashed a bit of a smile. Kate wanted to be sick, but she didn't move as she watched Henry glanced at his prisoners, and at his people, and then back at Michael.

"Well, you kept your end of the bargain, so I'll keep mine." He turned to the boat. "I left coordinates inside the boat. Take the boat, Michael, and if you follow them, you'll find your way off this island, and back home." Kate shook her head. Michael had done this for himself! He just wanted to get off the island.

"What about my son? You promised me my son!" Michael retorted, as he refused to return Kate's cold stare.

"I'm a man of my word, Michael. Walt is in the boat." Henry said calmly. Michael didn't even have time to react. He turned from Henry quickly and ran over to the boat, where a man stepped out. Immediately, Michael found his son, and Kate watched as the two of them embraced. She felt tears stinging her eyes, wishing that had been her and Violet, but she forced herself not to cry; it would only make her vulnerable.

She couldn't hear what Michael was saying to Walt, but it wasn't long before the two of them set off into the distance, Michael looking back over his shoulder only once at the remaining four, tied and captive to the Others. Kate refused to watch, but as the sound of the boat's engine grew further and further away, she was sure she heard Walt's voice yelling.

"Kate!" Kate turned her head to see Walt in the distance, yelling over the sound of the rushing water behind them, and of the boat. She had to struggle to hear what he was saying.

"Kate, Violet's-"

"Alright, well, let's get down to business, shall we?" Henry said rather loudly, and Kate missed what Walt had said. She struggled to hear what he was yelling, as the Others moved around on the dock and talked to each other. It was all too much, Walt's voice was lost with the distance that carried him away.

Suddenly, one of the Others came around and cut Hurley's ropes and untied his gag. They motioned for him to stand up and he looked around at all of them nervously.

"Hugo, I want you to go back to the beach. You're not going to say a word about any of this. You just tell them you got separated from the rest of the group and you don't know where they are." One of the Others said. She stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Go!" Hurley hesitated, with a desperate look back at Jack, Kate and Sawyer.

"Wh-what about my friends?" He asked innocently. The woman didn't answer, but Henry stepped in promptly with a bit of a smile on his face.

"They're coming home with us, Hugo." He said, as though it were a happy occasion. Kate felt her heart skip a beat. She wasn't sure where the Others 'lived' or how far it was, but she knew she would be that much closer to Violet. But she couldn't help but feel scared. How could she know she would have any chance of even catching a glimpse of Violet?

"Go Hugo, you have a long way to go." Henry said as he turned. Hurley looked back one final time, and Jack gave him a little nod, to reassure him. Hurley had no choice. Sadly, he left the dock, and disappeared into the jungle.

Silence followed, as Kate could feel her knees numbing and her nerves shattering. She caught Jack's eye, and he gave her a slight nod, as he did to Hurley, to reassure her that things were going to be okay. She managed a small smile, and nodded back. She swallowed hard as the same burlap sack was thrown over her head once again as they hoisted her up off the ground.

Where she was going, she didn't know. What they were going to do, she didn't know. Everything was unknown to her, but one thing was still for certain. She had come this far to find Violet, and she vowed, as she was forced onward, that she would do everything in her power to find Violet, and keep her safe. For some unknown reason, she had been drawn to Violet since the very beginning. She didn't know what it was, but she knew what she felt; a feeling that was still foreign to her, still frightening and new, but she couldn't deny it's presence.

Love.

The End!

At least for now...the third instalment of Violet's time with the Others will be up within the next week or so. I haven't decided ona name yet. Thanks for all the great reviews!